When The War Is Over We'll Get Married Novels & Stories

she asked. “I don’t want to kill anyone with my hands and if I kill him that means war and this is not the time for that.”’ I explained to her. “But the Ravens called for war first,” she said, “Yes but not this time, especially with the fact that I’m getting married next weekend.” I said. “Ohhhhh... you’re still proceeding with the marriage with that girl?” She asks with disgust in her voice. “Cathy, I need you to support me here, it’s not like it’s real anyway,” I told her.

My mom can't be here because she's with the baby. "Let's go" I breath out trying to be strong. Out of all the places they could have gotten married at , It just had to be the same church I got married in. I look around the outside and notice all the guards and men outside all ready and looking very alert. "Is it a wedding or a war ground?"I whisper into Carly's ear. I feel like World War Three is about to break out here. "Well this is the mafia world" She whispers back. I nod my head at her comment. In this world always expect the unexpected.

he said, voice dropping to a promise, "we dig until we find them. And when we do, we don't give them a second chance to write another word." I leaned into him, pressing my forehead to his. Because this wasn't just about a wedding anymore. This was a war. And we were done pretending we didn't know it.

Of hopes born not from war, but peace. Lena smiled softly, her heart quietly daring to dream. “When this is over... when justice is served, I want to marry him. To build a life where love isn’t a weapon but a sanctuary.” Travis’s hand found hers, his touch gentle but full of promise. “That day will come. We’ll fight every shadow to make sure of it.” Together, Lena and Travis moved through the camp, their presence a beacon of calm determination. They visited training grounds where warriors drilled tirelessly, offering encouragement and steadying nerves.

“I know. But we can’t stop yet. Not here.” I pressed my palms to my knees, forcing air into my lungs. “You know, when I agreed to marry you, I thought the worst that could happen was bad headlines. I didn’t think it would turn into a survival movie.” His mouth twitched, almost a smile, but not quite. “You didn’t marry a man, Adrian. You married a war.” “That’s not comforting,” I muttered. He crouched down beside me, his eyes searching mine. “I’m not trying to comfort you. I’m trying to keep you alive.”

Cody says as he helps me put my shirt back on, I let him look one more time before the shirt goes back over my head. "I want that too sometimes, Cody. But when we are maried we will rule together and the Wolf People Clan will have a wonderful leader. We should get back before we are missed. The war will be over soon, and we can get married and have a family. It will work out you will see."

"This place… It feels so familiar. I think it's coming back to me. We got married here, right after college. You wore a white dress. You held my hand and said we'd be together forever. God, you were beautiful back then." He knew exactly what he was doing. That day had been the happiest of my life. He thought a few sentimental lines would stir up my best memories, make me go soft, and maybe even back out of the divorce. That move had always worked on me before. But this time, he didn't know I had heard everything the night he and Natasha were tangled up in that room.

“I see.” “It doesn’t have to be a real marriage and anyway, it’s only temporary,” he explains. “We’ll only be married until the war ends. These things usually don’t last long but I can’t be sure how long. After that, if they concede, we’ll get the justice we wanted and I’ll let you go.” I look up in alarm. “And if they win? What happens then?”

We had won. Not by fighting, but by refusing to break. Milrac pulled back just enough to look at me. His stormy eyes were bright with the same exhausted relief I felt flooding through the bond. “The war is over,” he said quietly. I smiled, tired and real. “No. The old war is over. A new one is just beginning.” He leaned down and kissed me, slow and deep, right there in the empty circle under the watching moon. The bond sang between us, no longer strained, no longer fragile. It felt like a promise sealed in fire and blood.

"Your power never defined you, Aria. You defined it." "That doesn't even make sense." "Doesn't have to. It's true." I kissed him,slow and deep trying to pour everything I felt into it. When we broke apart, we were both breathless. "What happens now?" I whispered. "Now that the war is over?" "Now we live. Build the future we talked about." His hand slid to my stomach. "Have babies. Raise them in peace. Grow old and annoying together." "Babies?" "Eventually. When you're ready, no rush."